Three days had passed since their conversation about the invitations that would come to their wedding party, and Raviel had already sent the invitation letters to the people they wanted to invite.
Now Raviel still couldn't move and was still in her wheelchair.
This because yesterday, after she finished sending the invitation letters, Allen also returned to assault both of Raviel's holes.
He used her body like a sex doll while touring the castle and letting herself be humiliated in front of the 9 girls in the mansion.
This, of course, made the girls slowly grow accustomed to Allen's shameless behavior around the mansion. On top of that, they truly weren't afraid of Raviel anymore. And without them realizing it, the apple's memories were also gradually influencing their minds, subtly.
....
Now, the next morning, while Allen was relaxing and enjoying some tea prepared by Tiamat, the sound of a car horn suddenly echoed loudly from outside.
Beep… beep… beep…
Naturally, it made Allen want to check who had arrived.
He was quite surprised when he saw that it was Lenny, along with his wife and their three children.
"Hey! Allen, look at you—so you're finally getting married! Congratulations!" Lenny said with a wide grin, opening his arms as if expecting a hug, like they were truly family.
For some reason, seeing that, Allen hugged Lenny back. It was undoubtedly because of the additional memories he had received from Raviel's apple. Allen could genuinely feel how happy his cousin Lenny was about the news.
"Haha, thank you," Allen replied.
Roxanne also stepped out along with her three children, who were still quite young—Greg, Keithie, and Becky—followed by their house assistant, Rita, who looked busy pulling suitcases out of Lenny's car trunk.
"Come on, greet your uncle," Roxanne said as she stepped out of the car, dressed elegantly like a runway model. That was hardly surprising, considering Lenny's wife was a famous fashion designer based in Paris. And it seemed Raviel had deliberately wanted Roxanne to become their wedding dress designer.
"Hey, Uncle Allen, congrats," Greg and Keithie said while still playing on their PSPs, not even looking in Allen's direction.
"Hey, Uncle, is there Wi-Fi here?" Keithie asked shamelessly.
"Hm, of course. Inside the mansion and in the backyard, the signal's strongest," Allen replied, clearly already used to the behavior of the two game-addicted kids.
Without another word, they headed straight into the mansion and toward the backyard to play there.
"Hey… you two!" Lenny shouted, trying to scold his rude children. Then he sighed. "Sorry about their behavior, Allen."
"It's fine, Lenny. They're just kids," Allen replied calmly.
Roxanne then approached, holding her daughter as she hugged Allen and kissed both of his cheeks.
"Congratulations," she said with a playful wink. "I never thought my friend Raviel would get married so soon after I introduced the two of you."
She was clearly happy about it.
"Congrats, Uncle," Becky said sweetly from Roxanne's arms.
"Thank you for the congratulations," Allen replied warmly.
Not long after that, Raviel came out, assisted by Tiamat, who was still seated in her wheelchair.
"Oh my goodness, sweetheart—what happened to you?" Roxanne exclaimed in shock when she saw Raviel in the wheelchair. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, really. I'm just a little sore because Allen was a bit too rough with me last night," Raviel said, sounding slightly pained.
That immediately made Roxanne glance at Raviel with an unmistakably jealous look. At the same time, she finally understood why Raviel had no problem letting Allen marry her other sisters—both her adoptive and sworn ones—such as Tiamat, Hera, Aphrodite, Hestia, Arthemis, Athena, Persephone, and Demeter.
Meanwhile, after hearing that, Lenny let out a chuckle.
"Well, I can definitely imagine that," Lenny commented, raising his arm toward Allen for a fist bump—clearly saying good job without needing words.
Allen, of course, returned the gesture, tapping his fist against Lenny's in response.
"Alright, how about we talk inside instead?" Allen said as he gestured for them to come in.
Naturally, they nodded and followed him into the mansion. Almost immediately after entering, Roxanne clapped her hands together.
"Allen, come here. I need to take your measurements first so I can measure everyone else later," Roxanne said, motioning for him to head toward the room.
Allen glanced at Lenny.
"Go on," Lenny said casually. "We'll continue our chat after you're done."
Without thinking too much about it, Allen went into the room. Inside, several of the girls were already there.
"Alright, big guy. Now take off your shirt and pants," Roxanne said in a professional tone.
"Oh… okay," Allen replied, a bit surprised by how straightforward she was.
Moments later, he had removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear on.
"Sweet Jesus…" Roxanne whistled under her breath.
Allen's body looked like a perfect masterpiece—something straight out of every woman's fantasy. His handsome face, black hair, fair skin, and emerald-green eyes that shimmered as if tiny stars were hidden within them. At 6'1" (187 cm), with a build rivaling Captain America himself, it was no wonder Roxanne felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch him.
"Damn it, Allen… this really makes me want to lick those muscles and slap that all-American ass of yours," she said bluntly.
"Sorry, dear. I'm just being honest," Roxanne added, glancing at Raviel and the other girls.
Raviel giggled softly at her friend's reaction.
"Well, that's fine. And by the way—you are allowed to slap it," Raviel said mischievously.
Slap!
Roxanne immediately smacked Allen's backside, which made the other girls burst into soft laughter at her antics.
"Ah—!" Allen yelped in surprise, completely unprepared for her to actually do it.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I'm satisfied now," Roxanne said with a pleased smile.
Allen could only shake his head. Even if he felt a little… violated, there really wasn't much he could do about it.
Not long after, Roxanne cleared her throat and snapped back into work mode, resuming her measurements with a fully professional attitude—as if nothing unusual had happened at all.
...
After Roxanne finished taking his measurements—despite clearly hunting for every excuse she could find to touch his muscles—Allen retreated from the room almost immediately.
Yeah… nope. This is dangerous territory.
It wasn't that he was offended. And it definitely wasn't that he didn't enjoy the attention. Hell, Roxanne was absolutely his type—confident, playful, beautiful, and way too comfortable teasing him like that.
And that's exactly the problem.
This wasn't about temptation. It was about lines.
She was Lenny's wife. His cousin's wife. In this world, Lenny wasn't just some vague memory—he was family. Someone who trusted him. Someone who had welcomed him without hesitation, laughed with him, celebrated his wedding like it was his own.
I'm not going to be the guy who shatters that.
Even if Roxanne was clearly enjoying herself. Even if part of him could tell she wouldn't have pulled away if he had leaned in.
Doesn't matter.
Allen exhaled slowly as he walked away, grounding himself. Desire was easy. Restraint actually took effort—and this was one of those moments where effort mattered.
So instead of staying anywhere near that room, he went straight to Lenny.
"Hey, Lenny," Allen said casually, slipping back into an easy smile. "How about we go fishing out at sea?"
Truth was, there wasn't much for them to do right now anyway.
The girls were busy inside—getting measured, chatting, laughing, and gossiping like they were at a private fashion show. Fabric, body measurements, teasing comments… it was chaos in the most feminine way possible.
Lenny glanced toward the backyard, where Greg and Keithie were still glued to their PSPs, thumbs moving faster than their attention spans. Without looking up, they were already arguing about some in-game nonsense.
With a tired sigh, Lenny pulled out his phone and called their house assistant, telling her to bring food, drinks, and whatever else the kids might suddenly demand. He ended the call, exhaled slowly, and shook his head.
"Kids these days…" he muttered.
Allen watched him, then smiled faintly.
Yeah… getting out of here for a bit is probably a good idea.
"Hm… sure," Lenny replied with a small chuckle when Allen suggested fishing.
And just like that, Allen felt the tension ease from his shoulders.
Yeah. This is the right call.
Not long after, the small fishing boat rocked gently as it cut through the calm blue water.
The engine hummed lazily, like it didn't feel like working too hard today.
Allen sat near the front, sunglasses on, fishing rod resting in his hands, legs stretched out comfortably. The salty breeze brushed against his face. Lenny sat beside him, fumbling with his line like someone who clearly hadn't done this in years.
"Man…" Lenny said, letting out a long breath as he leaned back in his seat.
"I forgot how peaceful this is. No kids screaming. No deadlines. No wife yelling at me because I forgot to put the toilet seat down."
Allen chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses.
"Sounds like paradise out here… and complaints back on land."
Lenny snorted. "Yeah. Don't let Roxanne hear that or I'm dead."
Allen glanced at him, his tone casual but curious.
"By the way… about your kids," Allen said casually, resting the fishing rod against the side of the boat. "What's going on with them? Why are they so addicted to games like that? Are you spoiling them too much, or what?"
Lenny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly? I don't really get it either. I think it's the city life, the kids they hang out with… and yeah, maybe me being busy with work all the time doesn't help. When I was their age, outside was the game."
Allen nodded thoughtfully. "Same. Now outside is just… bad graphics. No updates, terrible weather, and the NPCs yell at you for stepping on their lawn."
Lenny snorted. "Exactly. You go outside once and immediately someone's calling the cops."
They both chuckled as Lenny cut the engine, letting the boat drift freely across the calm water. The sea was quiet—almost too quiet. Gentle waves tapped against the hull, the boat creaked softly as it rocked, and seagulls screamed overhead like unpaid extras in a low-budget movie that somehow got a sequel.
For a while, neither of them spoke. Just the sound of the water, the breeze, and the faint hum of civilization far away.
"So," Lenny finally said, breaking the silence as he cast his line with a lazy flick of his wrist. "You're really getting married, huh?"
"Yeah," Allen replied, adjusting his reel. "Feels weird when you say it out loud."
Lenny grinned. "Weird good… or weird what-the-hell-am-I-doing-with-my-life?"
He paused, then burst out laughing. "Especially since you're marrying—what—nine women at once? Damn, man. I can barely handle one without emotional damage."
Allen smirked. "Both. But I'm pretty confident I can handle all of them."
Lenny laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I believe that. Especially after seeing Raviel. She definitely needs a lot of women around her—otherwise she'd probably end up back in a wheelchair just from overthinking everything."
"Wouldn't surprise me," Allen said lightly.
Another comfortable silence settled in—the kind that didn't feel awkward or forced. The kind that only showed up between people who didn't need to impress each other anymore.
"You know," Lenny said after a moment, staring out at the water, "when I heard you were getting married, I thought—damn. My little cousin grew up fast."
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Little?"
"Okay, bad choice of words," Lenny said, glancing at Allen's build. "You look like you could throw me overboard with one hand."
Allen shrugged. "Only if you keep calling me little."
Lenny chuckled, then his expression softened. "But seriously… I'm happy for you. You look settled. Like you finally found your place."
He paused. "If I can give you one piece of advice though—don't have boys. They're the hardest to control."
Allen laughed quietly. "Yeah. I figured that out just by watching Greg and Keithie for five minutes."
"Oh, speaking of which," Lenny said, "who are you even inviting to this wedding?"
"Not many people," Allen answered honestly. "Just you. You're basically the only family I've got left here. And maybe a few others. I'm not really into big, flashy weddings."
Lenny nodded slowly. "Yeah. I get that."
Suddenly—
Lenny's fishing rod bent sharply.
"Oh—oh shit!" Lenny yelped, jumping up way too fast. "I got something! I got something!"
Allen burst out laughing. "Don't panic, man! Reel it in!"
"I AM reeling it in!" Lenny shouted, nearly losing his balance. "Why is it pulling like that?!"
"Because it's a fish, Lenny!"
What followed was an overly dramatic struggle—Lenny swearing, slipping, shouting random threats at the ocean, and almost falling into the sea twice—before he finally yanked the line up.
At the end of it…
…was a tiny fish.
Barely bigger than Allen's palm.
They both stared at it.
Silence.
Then Allen completely lost it. "That's it?!"
Lenny blinked. "…Shut up."
The fish flopped weakly, as if personally offended.
"You almost died for that," Allen said, laughing so hard he had to lean forward.
"Hey!" Lenny snapped. "That fish fought like a warrior."
"Yeah," Allen said between laughs. "A very brave chicken nugget."
Lenny sighed in defeat. "I hate fishing."
They tossed the fish back into the sea and collapsed into their seats, laughing like idiots as the boat drifted under the warm sun.
No drama.
No chaos.
Just two guys, a small boat, and a story they'd probably exaggerate later.
And honestly?
That was more than enough.